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"Before we begin, Mike...let me ask you. Do you think you've learned your lesson?"

Some people might feel that fear and intimidation aren't the best ways to teach someone a lesson. There are plenty of people out there who believe that nurturing, love and understanding are the best methods for not only teaching a lesson, but helping someone to grow from the lesson learned.

And then, of course, there were those people who used the term "lesson" as a thinly veiled cover up for the harsh punishments they were going to deal out on someone, whether or not they deserved it.

"I haven't learned anything! I don't even belong down here!" Mike protested, though he was in no position to do such a thing.

Shackles were wrapped around his wrists, welded to thick, heavy chains, keeping him bound to the wall of what he could only guess was an underground dungeon. His clothes had been done away with somewhere along the way, and as bad as all of that might have been, his biggest concern was his wife, Lisa, who had been missing since he woke up in the chains.

"Now, Mikey...we both know that isn't true," the voice said once more. There were shadows all around the dark, open room, allowing whoever was speaking to him to stay out of his range of vision, at least, for the moment. "You've been poking your nose in places it doesn't belong, and I happen to know of quite a few people who really don't appreciate it!"

Michael wasn't a bad person by any stretch of the imagination, but he was occasionally a bit too upright for his own good. Sometimes, he was called stuffy or old-fashioned by his colleagues, and that stigma was entirely justified. It resulted in him having a curious dichotomy: many people around the college campus thought of him as being one of the kindest people they knew, perhaps to a fault, whereas others found him to be a stern and strict tightwad, thanks to his attitude toward people who broke, or even bent the rules.

In the case of Aludiana, it was best to let her do as she pleased in life, but Michael didn't know that, and at the end of the day, the supposed lesson he was to learn was just a deliverance from her.

"All I know is that the moment, and I mean the very moment you let me out of these shackles, I'm going to find a phone, call the police and have you, and anyone connected to this thrown in jail!"

Smooth, slim lines of black pulled away from a shadow, and though it wasn't clear at first, a paw stepped out from the darkness, wrapped in the tightest of thin, black leggings. "On what grounds, Michael? We haven't done anything illegal to you...not yet, anyway..."

"I'm pretty sure that kidnapping and holding someone against their will both count as illegal acts, lady!"

"Those are also the two nicest things I'm going to do to you this evening, unless you turn that attitude around!" the voice warned, as the rest of a long, tender leg stepped out of the shadow. Just below the hip, Michael could see a tan thigh coming into view, and a pair of thick, heavy orbs, coated in a thinner layer of the same fuzz. "But because I have the kind of mercy that my mistress doesn't, I'll give you one last chance to apologize for saying such hurtful things...if you do that, maybe I'll let you go, after all!"

Michael tried to narrow his eyes on the coming figure. "You'll have to forgive my skepticism, but I get the impression that even if I were to apologize, you would ignore it and leave me hanging here even longer!"

A second leg came forth and mirrored the other. Hanging between the smooth fur of each leg, just over the pair of rather full looking testicles, a long, thick cock was hanging down, betraying the delightfully feminine accent of the mysterious voice. "Just say you're sorry for what you tried to do to Aludiana, Mike...and I'll let you free."

Arrogance, coupled with the blind anger at hearing that name, left Michael gritting his teeth in frustration. "There's no way in hell I'm apologizing for what I did. I was completely justified!"

"Good! Then I'll feel completely justified in punishing your sorry ass..."

"Justified for punishing me? I haven't done anything wrong to begin with!"

"Well, you did just disagree with me..."

"Do you really think that's a good enough reason for you to keep me chained to a wall, and keep my wife hidden from me?"

"Oh, you'd like your wife back...I suppose I can understand that. Do you really think you've earned her back, though?"

Though he had no idea what kind of trouble he was really in, Michael spat at the ground at such a concept. "Why should I have to earn her back? She was literally taken away from me over a week ago!"

"Yes, and I'm sure it was a dreadful week for you, Mikey," the voice claimed, as her body came fully into view. There was nothing to block the sight of her, as thin strips of teal mingled in perfectly with slick, tight black leather around her torso. Her breasts, swollen and pressed together, were clear as day to the naked eye, threatening to burst out of the confines of the shimmering top, and no doubt, Michael could see her arousal upon them as her nipples stood at attention. "And it's going to get a lot worse before it gets better."

Michael wanted to ask how, but in the next moment, he lost his voice. His first words were blocked out by the sound of a painful THWACK, and before the sound actually hit Michael's ears, he felt the sting of a whip upon the base of his sack, and his faced twisted up in horrible pain. "Nnnngh... G-God damn you! That hurts...hurt so fucking bad..."

"I barely even made contact, Mikey! You're gonna have to suck it up a little bit if you ever want to see you wife again," the female muttered, shaking her head just a little bit as she flipped the whip around, bringing the long, dangerous instrument to rest in her paw. She coiled the slack around her wrist and watched as Michael shuddered against the wall, writhing within his restraints as if all of his efforts would amount to anything.

Deep inside, he knew that they wouldn't, but just struggling took his mind off of the pain enough to keep him from passing out.

"That was awfully mean of me, wasn't it?" she continued, as she took a step closer, knowing that she could make full contact with the whip from that distance. "The name's Ginger, by the by...sorry for not minding my manners, but you didn't mind yours when you tried to get my mistress fired."

"S-she deserved it," Michael shot back, refusing to back down from his righteous stance. "She did h-horrible, depraved things, and made every attempt at me that she could! I won't apologize for anything!"

"We've established that," Ginger replied with a cheeky grin. "And since you're not willing to apologize of your own accord, I guess I'll just have to beat your punishment into you...I can only imagine just how full and swollen that sack is after a whole week without a release! I'm sure that having someone come in and stroke them every night just added more fuel to the fire...I can see just how swollen it is from here; I bet that whip crack was delightfully agonizing."

Michael wished that he could cross his legs to cover his manhood, but there was no avoiding the next blow, and he knew it. Acceptance was a terrible anesthetic, however, and he threw his head back, crying out in agony as he felt the leather instrument strike across the inside of his thigh and to the base of his swollen orbs. "Gyaaaah! S-stop that! You're only making this worse on yourselves!"

"You've got it all wrong, Mikey. You're making this worse on yourself, and if you don't cough up an apology soon, I'll be taking it out on your precious Lisa next."

"Don't you DARE!"

Ginger sauntered a little closer to Michael, trying to confuse his mind with the terrible pain she could inflict, all coming from a body that was too alluring to be truly deadly. "Wouldn't I, though? I can bring her out anytime, really. It's just a matter of how long it takes for you to crack."

"You know that I won't," Michael assured her. "There's nothing you can do to me that'll make me give in."

"You're quite the tough egg!" Ginger offered the closest thing she could to a compliment, and covered the pink smear of her lipstick with a leather-clad paw as she giggled. "Honestly, that makes it a little bit more fun for me, but it's sad that we just have to cut to the chase."

"W-what...what do you mean?"

"It's always best to warm up the oven before you go shoving things in it," Ginger suggested, and Michael gulped, not having lost the double meaning, "But you're clearly an eager little bitch...so I suppose it's about high time I started treating you like one and showing you how the beta of the pack is to be treated. I've been far too nice to you, really."

Michael couldn't imagine much worse tortures than the ones he'd already endured, but he didn't have to; Ginger had everything planned out well ahead of time, and it was truly only her own patience that factored into the equation. She could happily stand in front of Michael and torture his sack for the rest of the day, only breaking to grab a snack every now and then, but she was just as concerned with her own pleasure, and her own orbs were rather swollen with their need to release.

"P-please, Ginger; was it? If there's anything I can do to get my wife back...to just get you to spare u-

"It's far too late to beg," Ginger cut him off as she began to move around the small, dark room. As she did, she made sure to lift the thin rope of her tail every time she bent over, trying to entice Michael to enjoy the moment as much as she was. Though he could scarcely see what was going on, Michael knew he wouldn't be happy about it when the devious mouse was finally done setting up the room. "I'm afraid the more that you try, the worse you're going to make it for yourself. If you give up now, I might still take mercy on poor Lisa. She didn't react so well to being stripped naked and forced to her knees."

"If you so much as lay a paw on her, I swear I'll-

"What did I just say, Mikey? You want me to blow my load in her ass, too? Want me to paint her pretty little face nice and white with my seed?"

"..."

"That's what I thought, Mikey. You keep your little mouth shut unless I tell you to talk, or everything I do to you, I'll do twice as hard to her."

Protest was useless, and Michael knew that he was out of options already. He felt helpless, but for the sake of his wife, he relegated himself to his fate and hung his head just slightly, as Ginger went about the last of her preparations. She set up a small, rounded object, just the right height for someone to squat over, with a small vibrator poking out of the middle. Near by, there was a dog bowl and a bunch of filled condoms resting on the ground, and on a small table by the only wall that Michael could see, there was what he knew had to be an anal plug, but there was a thick, fluffy tail attached to it, something that he'd never seen before.

"You know that the moment you let me free from these restrains, I'm going to take my wife and escape, right?"

"Hehe. You just think of everything, don't you, Mikey?" Ginger asked, as she pulled a small remote from the table and pressed one of the buttons. The shackles that held Michael stayed in place, and yet, he could feel his body moving away from the wall, as small, barely flexible chains began to appear behind them. "Thankfully, so did I, and I can move you all around this room without giving you an ounce of freedom."

Ginger's words weren't entirely true, as there was a track along the ceiling that the cuffs and chains could move along, but regardless of the limited range of motion of the cuffs, Michael was definitely trapped, and with the bars between his limbs, he could hardly turn his wrists to try and struggle free.

The gravity of what might happen to him and his wife, and the fact that they couldn't escape it, was a weight on Michael's mind greater than any he'd ever known before.

As far as his struggles, however, it was the least of his concerns, as he heard a quiet click, and the chains began to move, leaning Michael forward and bringing him closer to the middle of the room. Ginger pushed the tiny table over, closer to him, and allowed his body to slump naturally over it before she pushed the button again, causing the chains to stop.

"You just don't quite look right, Mikey. Let's dress you up like a proper bitch."

Michael regretted overlooking the wide, flat paddle upon the small table, and the moment Ginger picked it up, she was grinning eagerly. Michael wished he could flatten his ears as the sound of the leather around the handle straining against her grip was a precursor to something much worse.

He gritted his teeth.

He winced his eyes shut.

He braced for a terrible impact.

"You're such a spoil sport, getting ready for it like that," Ginger groaned, casually tapping the paddle against her open paw, rather than striking his rear end with it. Michael let out a quick, quiet sigh and opened his eyes at the softer sound, only to see Ginger's grin spreading from ear to ear.

"You're also pretty foolish to think you were in the clear."

SMACK! Ginger was behind Michael in an instant, and the paddle came down as she walked past, striking his bare flesh with a surprising amount of force. Michael bucked against the table and groaned in terrible pain, and found the smooth, gentle rub of the paddle over the sore spot afterwards didn't help him one bit. It was standard procedure for Ginger, who lifted the paddle once more, and as Michael braced himself for impact, he was sure that he would pass out from the pain.

There was only a series of small, gentle taps upon the sore spot to follow, however, each one gaining more intensity than the one before, until it was almost a full spank, but it never quite made it there.

That part was reserved for his poor, swollen sack, which felt the full force of the paddle against it. Michael tried to scream out in pain, but he nearly swallowed his tongue at the feeling, and actually gagged a little bit on his own torture as he writhed helplessly against the table.

"Oh, please. I barely even hit you," Ginger argued, before giving his rear one more powerful SMACK!"The least you could do is man up enough to find your voice. I want to hear you crying like a little bitch..."

Even if he could speak, Michael wouldn't give Ginger the satisfaction of describing his pain. A tiny spittle of drool poured out of the side of his mouth as he panted against the table, trying his hardest to hold onto consciousness and make it through this first round of tests, but he worried that he might not even survive the second one, at this rate.

The paddle once again came to smooth over the sore spot, igniting his nerve endings and causing him to grit his teeth for a moment as he prepared for the shot that would surely do him in.

This time, there was no trickery to be had; only a mild torture to be employed as Ginger considered her next move. "I did tell you that it was going to get worse before it got better, Mikey. I guess it's about high time things got better for all of us...little Lisa included."

Hearing the name was enough to send Michael's eyes wide open, and he watched as he could see a curtain within the room flying open. Standing there in her nude glory, bearing all to the pair in front of her was Lisa, trembling fearfully at what was to become of her and her husband. She was just as much in the dark as he was, and worse still, she was able to hear every word that had been uttered to him, and every terrible spank of the thick, hefty paddle against her husband's ass.

In the right setting, she might have been aroused, but in this one, Ginger knew that Lisa would need a little more urging than that.

"Well, don't just stand there! We've got all kinds of fun to have, Lisa!" Ginger confirmed. The eager mouse left Michael hunched over the table as she came closer to the trembling female, making sure that her hips popped with each and every step. She had an air of sexuality about her that was able to permeate the fear of the couple, just enough that Lisa stopped trembling by the time that Ginger reached her.

That didn't mean she was quite ready to comply, however.

"You just need to loosen up a little bit. Gives me the impression that our sweet, little Mikey here isn't very kinky in the bedroom...so I'll be nice and warm you up, at least. It's not like you tried to get my mistress in trouble, after all," Ginger explained, even as she gathered up a collar that she'd taken from the table and wrapped it around Lisa's neck. "I'm surprised that you're so obedient, though. I expected a lot more struggle from you! Almost disappointing, really."

"If I'm good...y-you'll let him go, right?"

"Eh. Maybe."

"T-then...I'll cooperate..."

Ginger rolled her eyes just a little bit, but still smiled at the captive woman. "That's so romantic and sweet, I think you're gonna make me vomit," she teased, before clipping the collar into place. "If you care about him that much, I guess he can't be as bad as I've treated him...but I've got him bent over a table, and in a moment, I'll have you screaming my name and begging for a release."

The mouse was none too gentle as she tugged on the lead of the collar, pulling Lisa away from the curtain. She marched the innocent victim over to the small, rounded machine and pointed right at it, and at first, Lisa tried to resist, but she could feel an even stronger pull when she hesitated. "I d-don't want that i-inside of me..."

"Then don't do it," Michael encouraged his wife, hoping that she might have enough resistance left to try and struggle away."

"You want him freed? You better squat over that thing like it's the last dick on earth, honey. I won't even think about letting him go until you're bouncing on it like it's his."

Michael was in too much pain to even think about how pleasurable such an experience could be for his wife, but that was all that Lisa could do to try and loosen herself up. She could see that it was glistening with some sort of lubrication, but as she slowly lowered herself down over the small cushion, it only felt cold and slimy against her exposed womanhood. Even when the vibrations began to feed into her flesh, she was only just barely able to take the whole of the small toy inside of her, all while biting her lip in discomfort.

"You know, I was trying to help you out there, gorgeous," Ginger said as she crossed her arms under her breasts. "Don't think about what you're going through, or even the fact that I'm watching -because I'm going to.- Think instead about just how wonderful it would be to be back at home with your precious Mikey, riding his big, thick cock on the plush pillows of your bed..."

Ginger had a career in audiophile porn waiting for her if she so desired it, and though there was still a wash over of regret on Lisa's expression, she was at least able to start moving her hips just a little bit, while the machine did all of the rest of the work. The remote in Ginger's paw set the machine to a random pattern, leaving Lisa unable to predict when the vibrations would increase in frequency, or when they would stop altogether, as if she were riding a real, unpredictable member.

Even Michael began to focus his attention on the display as Lisa felt her breasts heaving with the light bounces of her hips, but Ginger frowned at the sight. She couldn't have Michael enjoying himself for even a moment of the experience. "Don't think I've forgotten about you, lover boy," she said, allowing her voice to turn on a dime, back to being as sharp as the edge of a razor. "Just because I have a soft spot for Lisa doesn't mean you're getting out of any kind of trouble."

Though it had been hanging flaccid between her legs before, Ginger's cock was no less impressive than any other Lisa had ever seen. It was still slightly engorged, needing just the slightest of touches to grow fully erect. "How's about...I let you sweet little wife suck me off, get my cock nice and slick...and then stuff it in your back door to teach you a lesson?"

Naturally, Michael had no choice in the matter, but he rapidly shook his head at the thought, remembering to keep his voice down for the sake of his wife. "Oooh, yeah... I like this idea! And then, when I'm all done, I can stuff that cute little plug up your ass and make a proper little puppy bitch of you...perhaps that'll teach you a lesson about messing with my mistress."

Lisa tried to contain her quiet moans, and Michael looked to her in disbelief as he saw her hips beginning to take on a life of their own. Whether she'd been drugged, or perhaps, she was showing her true sexual colors in the moment, Michael couldn't be sure; he could only watch and feel his jaw dropping as Ginger brought the tip of her cock to Lisa's lips, holding the thick base in her dainty, leather-clad paws.

"Go on, Lisa. Show me what you do to that whiny little bitch when no one else is around."

Michael actually hoped that it would take a little more persuasion than that, but his hopes were dashed in an instant when Lisa opened her slightly pouting lips and took the wide, full head of Ginger's cock into her mouth. Ginger exaggerated every single move, throwing her head back in delight and crying with such elation that one might think she'd already reached a climax, all to torture Michael that much further.

It was working, and the trapped male could feel his spirits sinking as Ginger looked back at him with narrowed eyes and a cheeky grin. "Ooooh yes! Fuckin' suck that thing, Lisa! You're so hungry...you just wanna milk the cum right outta me, don't you?"

Lisa wasn't sure anymore, as she became used to the taste of the sizable mouse, if she was actually fantasizing about her husband's member, or if she was actually enjoying the tip of the shaft that she was currently trying. She didn't want to think that it was possible to have feelings for someone who had been so harsh upon her husband, but all the same, she could feel the first couple drops of precum spilling onto her tongue and making her question it that much more. There was a deep, throaty rumble from the collared female as she swallowed appreciatively around the swollen head, and Michael could feel such a sadness in the pits of his heart that he forgot how much pain radiated across his backside.

Ginger knew just how hard it was on Michael to watch, and it caused her length to respond in kind, as it quickly began to bounce in the air and pulse up to a full erection. Lisa made an effort to keep her mouth around the tip, moving her head so that the impressive tool was never able to leave her lips, all while Michael wished that this was just a terrible nightmare that he could wake up from.

There was nothing that could kick him awake, however. "Look at her g-go! She's awfully talented with that little mouth of hers...I can see why you put a ring on it! She could suck the gold off of a wedding band..." Ginger praised her little pet, finding that even she was surprised at how receptive Lisa was to the treatment. Where only artificial lubrication was present before, Lisa's own juices were beginning to spill and spread over the cushion of the sybian vibrator, and seeing how much she was getting into it, Ginger turned up the intensity and slowly pulled her cock free, waiting to see just how Lisa would react.

"W-wait, please!" Lisa pouted, reaching out with her hands to try and grasp at the cock once more. "I...I don't want my h-husband to hear me moaning..."

It was a thinly veiled excuse to stuff the cock back into her mouth, and if it were a different situation, Ginger would have allowed it, but she looked over her own flesh with pride as it glistened from a fresh coat of saliva, with plenty enough to take care of the next part of the plan. She stepped back from Lisa and shook her head. "Not just yet, my sweet little pet," she murmured, as she grabbed the anal plug from the table and walked past Michael, allowing the slick leather upon her pawtips to tickle and tease down the small of his back and finally cup around the base of his rump. "I'm afraid we have to see whether or not our righteous little Mikey has decided to break down and apologize for his actions."

"You know that I haven't," Michael replied in a low, angry rumble.

"That's too bad, really. I might have let you two go and have it out with each other if you just so much as apologized," Ginger suggested. Whether or not she was telling the truth, Michael would never know. "Instead, I guess the punishment will just have to continue...tell me, Mikey; how does it feel to know that your wife actually enjoyed bouncing up and down on vibrator while she gagged on the head of my cock?"

Michael winced his eyes shut again in frustration. "T-that...that isn't what happened! You're wrong!"

"We both know I'm right, Mikey," Ginger assured him, "And I bet she's gonna get off when she watches me drill my thick, heavy cock into your wimpy little ass..."

Which part sounded worse, Michael couldn't be sure, but the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach was nothing compared to the discomfort and pressure he felt when Ginger lined up the very tip of her member with his wide open, exposed pucker. She used her free paw to keep the tiny orifice spread and guided her length forward with her other paw, gripping the base tightly and letting out a low, delighted rumble of satisfaction when she felt her precum beginning to spill into the flesh between each cheek.

"P-please, Ginger! You don't have to do this!"

"Hehe...I know that, silly Mikey. I want to do this!" she yelled out, her voice bordering on maniacal as she gave a quick, stabbing thrust with her hips, The very tip of her cock spread Michael apart in a way he'd only ever known in nightmares, and the reality was much, much worse than the dream. His body couldn't have hoped to prepare for the sensation, and even if Michael were experienced in the darker side of penetration, Ginger was well-endowed enough to give some of the greatest size queens a legitimate struggle.

For an anal virgin like Michael, the pain left him literally breathless, and he could feel tears welling up in the corners of his eyes as he bit down on his lower lip and tried to cope with the sensation. The pressure only grew as Ginger kept pushing in, having no mercy on the poor male, and if there were one silver lining he could have hoped for, it would have been the merciful gaze of his wife, Lisa, looking upon him with pity.

Instead, his heart was ripped out as Lisa watched with wide, curious, and overall, lustful eyes. Deep inside, she still didn't want Michael to see her bearing such an expression, but she couldn't hide it any longer, even when she bit down on one of her fingers and tried to hide the slight, playful curve of her tiny grin. "L-Lisa...you can't possibly be enjoying this!" Michael declared, trying to keep that hope alive as Ginger robbed him of his voice again, burying her hips just a little further inside of his body.

Lisa couldn't response or react. She wanted to gasp out to the high heavens in delight as the small vibrator inside of her seemed to touch every one of her most sensitive areas with a perfection that no mortal man could match, but instead, she did her husband the best service she could and panted, acting as breathless as he really was. "Don't kid yourself," Ginger chimed in, "She's loving the show...I'm sure the only thing that would make it better for her is if you two owned a strap-on so she could try it when you got home!"

Michael was truly a "missionary only" kind of guy in the bedroom. Even the whispers of a strap-on would likely have been enough to end the conversation, before.

After this, he would be warped beyond belief, and surely, Lisa would be exploring a world she'd only ever imagined before.

"Can't really b-blame her for wanting to wrap you around a fake cock, either," Ginger continued, as she finally hilted her length within Michael. He tried to relax, thinking that was the best thing he could do for his body, but he found it simply impossible when Ginger pulled her hips back...and slammed them into his ass once again. Her full, swollen sack bounced up against the back of his own, adding a new level of discomfort for Michael that wasn't there before, all while providing herself a new level of pleasure. "You're s-so fucking tight back here, Michael! If I w-were allowed...nnnyeah... I'd pour my whole load in your sweet little asshole..."

Michael couldn't fathom the evening getting any worse. He truly thought it had peaked when he saw his wife tasting the cock of another person, and now, worse still, he was being wrapped around it, and no matter how he writhed and shook against his cuffs and chains, they simply wouldn't budge. Lisa bit down even harder on her fingertip as she tried to hide her own enjoyment, unable to imagine the kind of pain that her husband might be in, and yet, she was just as unable to deny that something inside was calling out to her, telling her that she should be enjoying every moment of the show.

"Ginger...I...I t-think I'm gonna cum..."

"And I don't suppose you want your husband to hear you moaning, do you?" Ginger asked, as she looked over and winked at Lisa, as though she could tell how much Michael's wife was actually into the moment.

Lisa nodded silently, not wanting to give away what Ginger already knew, and what Michael was afraid of.

"So you mean...y-you want me to stop pounding you tight little husband...and stuff my cock, still covered in his insides, right into your mouth and down your throat?"

Just hearing it vicariously through Ginger didn't make it any easier on Michael, who could feel sweat beading down his forehead as he struggled to relax. His inner walls clenched and struggled around Ginger's impressive length with each pass, providing her a level of pleasure that he never meant to; of course, he couldn't control it, and Ginger, much as she didn't want to stop pounding into the trapped male, knew that she had to at least slow down, or else, she might end up getting punished later on by Aludiana herself.

The thrusts slowed, and eventually, they came to a halt, with one final, quiet pap as Ginger's sack swung forward and bounced against Michael's reddened thighs. "Who knew I'd captured such a naughty little slut?" Ginger thought aloud, as if she were challenging Michael to struggle out of his restraints and do something about it. All of his earlier efforts left him exhausted, however, and he could only lean over the table helplessly, feeling a discomfort that he'd never known before: that of being stretched so entirely that his anus gaped, even after Ginger pulled her cock free from it. Michael could feel his inner muscles trying to cling to anything, now that they'd become used to such a fulfilling sensation, and yet, Ginger was already walking past him, pausing only to give the back of his sack one more painful, firm swat.

"I'm not complaining, though...you can help me out with the last part of the plan, Lisa. If you're as cock hungry as you look, I'm sure you'll do just fine."

An orgasm was still one of the furthest things from Michael's tortured mind, and yet, at this point, it was the only thing that the could focus on, with Ginger sewing the seed of sex so heavily into his brain. He wanted to focus elsewhere, but his daydreams were quickly turning to nightmares as he wondered what Ginger might do with her seed. She could easily spill it inside of Lisa, and the mere thought of seeing his wife impregnated in front of him was enough to make Michael's stomach turn and twist into knots.

What she actually had planned might be less sinister than that, but certainly, it would be no more enjoyable for Michael, when all was said and done. Just the first step, as Ginger put her cock, straight from Michael's ass into Lisa's mouth without so much as wiping it off, left Michael to wince once again, wishing that for just one moment, he could even have a single hand free to reach out and slap Ginger for being so foul.

Lisa clearly didn't mind, however, as she rumbled with delight around her mouthful. She kept her hands on the cushion and used them to help her hips bounce, riding the small, but effective machine that much closer to an orgasm, one that would be quick to arrive as she sunk into the musky taste of her husband, coating every inch of Ginger's cock. "Th...that's the way, Lisa! Just like y-you did before...don't...mnnnnyes... don't stop, Lisa! Keep sucking that cock!"

Whether she was trapped or not at this point, Lisa wouldn't dare to give up. She lowered her head further onto Ginger's throbbing flesh and took it further back into her mouth, until the very tip brushed along the slippery flesh of her throat. The ticklish sensations might have made a less skillful woman gag, but Lisa was nearly proud to show off just how skilled she was; she was over halfway up Ginger's pulsing rod without so much as a single cough, and her drool continued to spill over it, until it reached the very end and dribbled off of Ginger's sack in a slow, sticky stream.

"Damn, girl...y-you're good...you're too fuckin' good!" Ginger praised Lisa, something that she was rare to do for anyone, regardless of if they were slave or mistress. She knew she couldn't hold back another moment, and at the worst time for Michael, Ginger pulled her member free from Lisa's hungry mouth and grabbed the dog bowl, before sitting down on the floor in front of it.

"No fair...n-no fucking fair, Ginger!" Lisa pouted as her body writhed uncontrollably on the toy. Small, quick jets of excess arousal flew from Lisa's cunt as it squirmed around the vibrator and finally, she climaxed, right in front of her tortured husband. "C-cumming...oh goodness, no... I'm cumming, Ginger! F-fuck! Yes!"

The very last of Michael's spirits were dashed as Lisa openly celebrated her forbidden orgasm. As Ginger leaned back, she couldn't keep the devious grin from her lips, even as her own orgasm began to take full control of her form. Her cock pulsed violently, and from the end, a thick, bubbling mess of cum sprayed forth, only some of it actually landing in the bowl. She continued to pump and stroke at the base, milking out as much of the thick, creamy seed that she could, knowing that Michael was watching, and catching on to her plan as the impressive volume of her mess brought the bowl near to the brim.

"You l-like watching me cum, Mikey?" she asked, still taunting him with the nickname as she shuddered from ear to footpaw, unable to control the spasms of her climactic body. "Then you'll f-fucking love drinking it all up, Mikey...you'll make such a cute little bitch..."

There was already so much seed in the bowl that Michael could feel his throat getting closer to his stomach at the thought of what was coming next. He was easily able to piece together the puzzle...one that only got worse as Ginger finally wiggled one last time, and the last of her oozing cum spilled down her shaft.

It wasn't going to be alone.

The condoms that Michael had noticed before were all brought and set near the bowl, and Ginger couldn't keep herself from giggling as she poured the contents of each and every one into the bowl with her own ejaculate. Michael didn't know all of the names, but he could clearly see 'Bethanie' and 'Ardanis' on a couple of the condoms.

If not for the fact that he was going to have to lap all of the contents up from a dog bowl, he would have been legitimately impressed at the amount of yield he was seeing.

"I'd let your wife help you out, since I'm sure she'd be just as happy to be in your place right now as she is her own...but she's barely been punished so far, and I'm a lot of things, Mikey, but I'm definitely not unfair," Ginger explained, though Michael wouldn't believe a word of it. Even when he heard a quiet click and heard a shrill cry from his wife, he didn't think the two of them would ever be even, in that situation. "Females are lucky, you see, since their bodies can carry right on from one orgasm to the next...but their bodies become extremely sensitive. Why don't we just leave her to sit on that vibrator and see how long it takes for her to pass out...while I feed my little bitch her meal, hm?"

Ginger had pulled out all of the stops, even using a female pronoun to describe Michael as she picked up the dog bowl and put it on the table next to his chest. Still wielding the remote, she maneuvered the cuffs and chains so that Michael was pushed back from the table, effectively hanging just in front of it, with his head right about level with the edge of the table. "All you have to do is eat your dinner, my dear little bitch, and we'll consider all of this to be water under the bridge."

Of course, with Ginger, it was never just as simple as what she said. Michael had seen her grab the anal plug before she started working with the remote, and before Michael so much as reached out the tip of his tongue to take a cautionary, nervous taste, he could feel the cold, eerie steel of the plug teasing at his gaping asshole.

"Oh, and...you need to wear the proper outfit, too, of course. Kinda forgot that little detail, but it shouldn't be a biiiiiiig deal," Ginger teased, drawing out her voice in a high-pitched, sing-song taunt of Michael as she pushed the plug right past the very tip. That much slid in easily for Michael, who was still stretched out from before, but the base of the plug was still a struggle for his body to handle, even after the vicious fucking he'd endured. He could feel his inner walls trying to clench once again, as though there was still any resistance left to the penetration, but both in body and in spirit, Michael had been completely broken, just as Aludiana intended, and just as Ginger had set out to accomplish.

Without a scrap of remorse left, Michael wrapped his tongue around the middle of the bowl, taking in a taste of the plethora of different seeds that had been mingled together. There was no one flavor that was consistent about all of them, and in his first time ever tasting cum that was deposited from a cock, he was allowed to taste all the way across the spectrum, unable to identify which cum belong back in which condom.

Thankfully, that wasn't part of the test for him, though the thought had crossed Ginger's mind, briefly.

"Well would you look at that!" Ginger exclaimed, as she finally released the plug, waiting to see if it would still stay in place inside of Michael's stretched asshole. He had just enough grip left in his inner muscles to keep it in place, and with the costume complete, a small tail now hung over the back of his sack and down between his legs, creating the perfect illusion of a broken bitch. "She looks so cute slurping up her dinner, doesn't she?"

Lisa wanted to comment, but couldn't think of words to fit the situation. She knew that it would only cripple Michael's confidence...but wasn't aware that Ginger had already accomplished such.

That, and her brain was turning to mush from the endless waves of orgasms that kept her doubled over the machine, until she legitimately felt she might be ill if she wasn't freed.

"Now, my lovely little couple...do you two think you've learned your lessons?"

Neither one of them could properly reply. Michael was still choking down a mouthful of pooled semen, and Lisa had finally lost her breath entirely, collapsing forward on the sybian and hanging helplessly, only able to pant as an answer.

Ginger giggled to herself and nodded in approval. "I'll take that as a yes...but by all means, please, trying getting Mistress Aludiana in trouble again in the future. I'd love for the three of us to have another little play date. Toodles!"

With the punishment complete, Michael and Lisa waited for Ginger to unlock them and free them...instead, the mouse sauntered out of the room and hit a light switch, leaving the couple in the dark, trapped in an endless state of sexual tension...with no indication of when she'd return, if ever...